 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
SERENADE.
Hark to my lute sweetly ringing!
List love to me;
Dearest, thy lover is singing—
Singing to thee;
Yet, to the balcony stealing,
No mantled beauty I see,
No casement is dimly revealing
Thy fair form to me.
List love to me;
Dearest, thy lover is singing—
Singing to thee;
Yet, to the balcony stealing,
No mantled beauty I see,
No casement is dimly revealing
Thy fair form to me.
Perchance thou art sleeping—my strain, love,
Meets not thine ear,
And visions, in shadowy train, love,
Haply appear.
Wake thee! and hearken to me, love,
If fancy should whisper of ill;
But if thy dream be of me, love,
Oh! slumber still.
Meets not thine ear,
And visions, in shadowy train, love,
Haply appear.
Wake thee! and hearken to me, love,
If fancy should whisper of ill;
But if thy dream be of me, love,
Oh! slumber still.
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Their bright watch in Heaven now keeping,
Beams ev'ry star,
But the sweet eye that is sleeping,
Brighter is far:
For when the pale dawn advances,
Tremulous star-fires decay,
While, e'en at noontide, thy glance is
Bright as the day!
Beams ev'ry star,
But the sweet eye that is sleeping,
Brighter is far:
For when the pale dawn advances,
Tremulous star-fires decay,
While, e'en at noontide, thy glance is
Bright as the day!
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |